Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife Chapter 3 Dare to drug me?

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Previously on Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife...
Yan Mei, the "reincarnated devil" CEO, demands an explanation from her executives about a stalled deal. She fires the incompetent special team and assigns Manager Lu to secure the contract. Later, her friend and secretary, Su Bei, reminds her of an arranged date with Fang Yan, the young master of the Fang family. Yan Mei reluctantly agrees to the meeting, hoping to end his persistent advances. At the Imperial Hotel, Fang Yan greets Yan Mei warmly, but she subtly keeps her distance. When offered wine, Yan Mei requests water instead, unaware that Fang Yan has already instructed the waiter to drug her drink.

The moment Yan Mei consumed the water, she knew something was amiss. Though water was typically flavorless, this liquid burned like tequila. Immediately after swallowing, a wave of warmth surged through her, accompanied by overwhelming dizziness.

"You..." She dug her fingernails into her palm, fighting to remain conscious. Yan Mei directed a piercing glare at the man beside her.

"You dared to drug me?!" she exclaimed, a dangerous aura emanating from her as her voice dropped to an icy tone. Fang Yan felt a flicker of panic, but seeing her weakened state, he quickly regained his composure, believing his plan foolproof.

"Miss Yan, are you feeling unwell? How could I possibly dare to drug you? If you're not feeling well, allow me to escort you upstairs to rest."

'Upstairs? He's taking me to his bedroom!' Yan Mei's thoughts screamed internally. She yearned to fight back, but the effects of the drug left her feeling utterly powerless. Realizing she couldn't possibly overpower him in her current condition, Yan Mei resolved to play along.

"Okay."

As they approached the elevator, Yan Mei felt an intense gaze from behind and turned her head. She frowned slightly, finding the man's face vaguely familiar.

Even though she couldn't place him, judging by his appearance alone, she would much rather spend the night with him than with the scoundrel beside her.

Mustering the last vestiges of her strength, she stomped on Fang Yan's foot with her heel and shoved him away.

He recoiled in pain, snarling, "Bitch!"

Caught off guard and fixated on the approaching elevator, Fang Yan hadn't anticipated Yan Mei's sudden move. He assumed her weakness would prevent any real resistance.

Yan Mei paid him no mind, instead veering towards Lei Zhao.

Lei Zhao's eyebrows lifted as he saw the woman rushing towards him. He had been looking for her, and it was beyond coincidence that he found her here. Only he knew the depth of his fury upon seeing the other man's arm around her waist – he had desperately wanted to shatter that man's bones.

He had only met her once, yet he couldn't explain the surge of possessiveness he felt. Perhaps, in his mind, he had already claimed her as his own.

Due to her weakened state, Yan Mei stumbled and fell into Lei Zhao's embrace. A refreshing scent of mint filled her senses.

"I'm sorry," Yan Mei stammered, quickly pulling back. She regained her footing and looked up at the man before her. The haze in her eyes cleared instantly, replaced by newfound sobriety.

He was dressed in a simple white shirt, several buttons undone, exuding an undeniable presence that set him apart from everyone else. His unfathomable, almost cynical eyes contrasted sharply with his sculpted features. They were deep and expressive, capable of drawing one in if they dared to gaze too long.

She detected a fleeting shadow of pain in his luminous eyes before it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Um... could you help me?" Yan Mei braced herself, clutching Lei Zhao's shirt with the last of her dwindling strength.

Lei Zhao looked down at Yan Mei, her hand gripping his shirt, observing her desperate struggle and the stubbornness in her eyes.

A subtle glint flashed in his gaze. He then crouched down and gently lifted Yan Mei into his arms.

Fang Yan watched, his expression hardening, as the stranger carried Yan Mei away.

"You... Who do you think you are? Put the woman down if you don't want trouble!"

Fang Yan bellowed, striding furiously toward Lei Zhao. He refused to let anyone derail his meticulously crafted plan, a scheme that had taken months to assemble. His intention was clear: after sleeping with Yan Mei, he would use the media's influence to propose marriage.

He was confident that the renowned 'Iron Lady' of the business world wouldn't dare refuse if the public learned of their affair. The ensuing scandal would cause her company's sales to plummet, leaving her with no choice but to marry him and ultimately allow him to seize control of her empire.

Such a flawless strategy! How could Fang Yan permit an unknown interloper to ruin months of his painstaking efforts?

Lei Zhao glanced at Fang Yan with utter indifference, as if the man's very presence was a contamination.

Ye Xing regarded Fang Yan with disdain.

"You are not in a position to know who he is. Today, you have provoked someone you should not have," Ye Xing stated coldly.

Without allowing Fang Yan a chance to respond, Ye Xing delivered a swift kick. Fang Yan cried out in agony, bewildered by Ye Xing's unexpected prowess. He then resorted to summoning his bodyguards, who had been lurking in the shadows, all of them brandishing knives as they advanced on Ye Xing.

Ye Xing observed them with contempt, as if they were mere insects. He silently mused that these men should consider themselves fortunate to receive his attention today; it wasn't every day he deigned to waste his time on individuals of their caliber.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished. The bodyguards exchanged confused glances.

"Where did he go?" one of them stammered. Before the others could even react, sharp, searing pain erupted throughout their bodies.

"Ah... it hurts..."

"Please, spare us..."

These individuals posed no challenge whatsoever to Ye Xing. A member of the military's elite special forces, Ye Xing stood as one of the unit's most formidable operatives. His codename, Nightmare, signified that any enemy who crossed his path met their definitive end. Witnessing the unfolding events, Yan Mei felt a stirring of warmth within her heart. Though naturally reserved, this did not equate to a lack of feeling. She struggled to recall the last instance she had been held and shielded in such a manner. Overcome by emotion and a sense of unease, she felt an intense urge to find an outlet for her feelings. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Lei Zhao's neck, her head unconsciously finding rest against his throat. "Hmm… hot— hmmm." Her lips brushed against Lei Zhao's sensitive skin, her heated breaths caressing his neck. A wave of restlessness washed over Yan Mei. Lei Zhao drew a sharp breath, his pride in his self-control wavering as this captivating woman seemed to strip it away. Turning to Ye Xing, he issued an instruction: "See to all of this, Ye Xing. I will be returning to the room." "Yes, Young Master." Ye Xing understood that the young master of the Fang family was now in a precarious situation.